Love a girl who writes, and live her many lives;
You have yet to find her, beneath her words of guise.
Kiss her blue inked fingers, forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her, the one she can't discard.
Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took;
You are her ever-after, the hero of her book."
― Lang Leav
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Story by Rizza
Our destined path
Love has no creed,
No boundaries to define,
It transcends religion,
And makes our souls align.
In the path of...
